'Ello, loves! I'm terribly sorry that I'm being a horrible author at the moment and not getting back to you. I also apologize for being so slow. Forgive me;. Thank you SO MUCH for your wonderful reviews. They make me smile. D Well, the following chapter is EXPLICT. If you do not read the top part, you won't be lost. But it would be better to read the end. Enjoy and please tell me how my first 'dirty' scene was. Haha.
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Tortugan Beginnings
Honest Intentions
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The bunk was soft, the pillows softer still. The sun was still absent from the black skies with bright, twinkling stars speckling the blackness. Pale moonlight fell through the wide, open windows, illuminating her naked body. Her body was rigid with anxiety. As Jack straddled her, still clothed, Audrina's heart raced faster. He leaned down to taste her lips, and she almost recoiled away from him but restrained herself. The fear she felt was not one of a virgin's. Rather it was much deeper and violent than that. It was something almost indescribable. It was a somewhat familiar fear – she felt it on the Abaddon and she felt it in the brothel. And now, she felt that fear as he straddled her.
Strangely, Audrina did not ask him to stop. She accepted his affections without protest. Again, Jack's lips touched her neck softly at first, near her collarbone. With a violent shudder, her hands roamed to his shirt. His lips touched her neck more harshly now. He bit at the tender skin with ferocity, her eyes widening at the intensity. Audrina began to untie the sash with shaking hands. It fell away from him and her hands returned to his dirty shirt and pulled it away from his flesh.
Audrina's insides tightened with hesitation as she beheld his great, bare chest. Taut, darkened nipples upon a muscular chest that was riddled with scars as was his equally muscled arms. The gunshot scars, round little wounds, were most evident. Then there were the crooked, long, thing scars that ran from his chest to his arm in no pattern at all. Nervously, she placed her hands upon his chest causing Jack to look at her curiously but he remained quiet. Her touch wandered downwards toward a hard, rippled stomach that did not really surprise her. It seemed as if Audrina had never beheld a naked male torso before but this was different.
This was not forced and she wanted to do this. She wanted him. It occurred to her that she never really wanted a man like this before. In this sexual manner yet she did not love him. Not at all.
Suddenly, Audrina felt his harsh, brittle lips upon hers again. Jack was now demanding, brutal and entranced with desire. His tongue eagerly forced her lips open and she kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands too roamed her body with an insatiable curiosity. The curve of her hips, the bulge of her breast, it caused him to inwardly gasp at the sheer amazement of his manipulation. Jack Sparrow had finally gotten what he desired and his conscience no longer plagued him. Perhaps it was the fortunate confession of her lack of love for him. Audrina realized that this was not about love but rather lust.
He looked down at her, and the sapphire gleamed in the moonlight. Jack touched it softly and was ecstatic to see the sapphire was the only thing adorning her naked body. She almost looked beautiful in the light of the moon and candles.
Jack continued with a calm mind, his hands feeling the ribs beneath her chest. His lips touched her collarbone, near the necklace, and continued down towards her breasts. Demandingly, he teased the nipple with his tongue. Audrina's eyes widened. Arching her back, Jack kissed her breast more forcefully, with his hands grasping her hips and pushing her back down. Becoming familiar with the feeling, Audrina felt a soft smile returning to her face and then an even softer moan.
He retreated and Audrina leaned up to look into his dark eyes. Jack seemed amused and he held her neck with affection. His other hand lay on her inner thigh, not quite touching her most intimate place. His hand rested on a thin scar that ran from her thigh to the top of her knee. He looked at it, grotesque and near hideous in the light, and Audrina blanched with embarrassment. Jack looked back up at her and moved his hand away and kissed the scar.
Removing his lips from the scar, he placed his hand where it had previously laid. Audrina held her breath, waiting. The feel of his cold hands sent waves of heat throughout her body. Surprisingly, his hand did not move upward towards the joining of her legs. It made her impatient and curious. She wanted to feel Jack. She almost needed him.
"Luv, the word 'enjoyment' will hold all new meanin' fer you," Jack drawled.
Audrina responded, "Ah, I look forward to it, Jack," a thoughtful pause, "Is it your intention to take advantage of me? To seduce me?"
Jack moved his hand upward but stopped before he felt the downy, curling hair. "Ah, Audrina, I confess. My e'ery intention was to take advantage o' ya an' ravage ya till the end o' the night. Wonderful intentions, I assure ya."
Audrina felt her heart race with even more ferocity at the sound of his silky, drawling tones. "Honesty, such a thing I admire," she replied hesitantly.
With a sudden intake of breath, her hands moved to the strings of his breeches. Audrina untied them slowly and pulled them away from his waist. Nervously, her eyes lingered downwards toward the lower portion of his body now in the nude. Brows rose in surprise as she witnessed his great size. Thighs muscled and chiseled with a light layer of hair covering his limbs.
Her hand crept towards him and she felt him very softly. Astonished at his permission of his, for no other man had allowed this before, Audrina looked at him. He seemed to be grinning with pleasure and Jack nodded slowly.
Again, she touched him. Wrapping her hand around him, she began to move her hand upwards and downwards. Audrina felt his hand tightened on her leg, perhaps from surprise or excitement, she didn't really care. Her pace began to quicken after a few moments. Jack reached up and cupped her cheek, much to her surprise. Once more, he kissed her. Audrina pulled her hand away and threaded her fingers through his tangled, black hair and drew his tanned face closer. The kiss deepened, as it would as their passion grew.
Audrina was prepared for the inevitably. She was prepared for him to enter her but when he did, she couldn't suppress her surprise. Jack pushed into her causing her to exhale sharply. There was no pain; this was rather gentle compared to some of the men she had laid with. Yet, startling memories came flashing back and she shut her eyes tight, concentrating on him and only him. He grunted causing her to open her eyes again. He was not even looking at her, rather over her shoulder, his face dark with passion.
"Jack," she uttered, her tones strained and hushed.
Jack looked back at her and smiled at her. Rapidly, he moved in and out of her, pushing himself almost fully inside. He breathed hard and cupped her breast with his hand and rained kisses upon her neck. Jack buried his head into her mass of black hair. It smelled of lavender and sweat. Her skin smelled of his salvia. His lips touched her ear intimately; he felt her shudder beneath him. Audrina tried to restrain a soft moan but overwhelming ecstasy could not contain it. She placed her hands onto the small of his back, feeling soft curling hairs that might have repulsed her but did not in this situation.
Sweat began to form on both their nude bodies. She felt his hands move away from her breast and to her neck while the other lay on the gentle curve of her hips. Audrina began to arch her back once more, causing Jack to darken with ardor. Her muscles clenched down around him and she moaned loudly, her impassioned cries reverberating throughout the room.
Again, she tried to groan his name, say his name but she found making speech near an impossibility. Raking her bitten fingernails on his back, Jack cried her name in ecstasy. Audrina moved her hands away from his back, concerned that he would begin to bleed from brutality. Entwining her fingers into his mass of black hair, the clinking of his trinkets lost in the loud groans and moans emitted from the both of them. She pulled on his locks wildly.
As the intense feeling faded away for Audrina, she released his black hair. Breathing hard, she moved upwards and kissed his neck. Jack's brow rose in astonishment at her bravery, he hadn't expected this of her. Then, as he thrust into her once more, he finally was overcame with the passion and spilled into her.
Breathing hard, Jack pulled out of her and lowered himself to the right of her. Audrina immediately rolled over towards him and tenderly placed her head on his heaving chest. He placed his hand on the small of her back, running his fingers up and down her spine. Their sweat mingling together, their labored and heavy breathing in union and the scent of salvia perfuming the air.
"Jack," she said. "Jack. I…I…"
"One o' my many talents, luv," Jack drawled in response. "Leaves 'em speechless every time."
Leaning up, Audrina steadied herself with her hand and drew the blanket around the naked upper portion of her body. She turned back towards him with an amused smirk. "Such conceit."
"Conceit, truth – coinciding traits, luv."
Audrina positioned herself back onto his muscular chest; the blanket fell from her back and left it bare. "Perhaps," she considered.
Exhaustion began to tug at her eyelids. Closing her eyes, the rocking of the ship lulled her into a deep sleep. She scarcely remembered the feel of his hands entwined in her black, curling hair and his soft breath on her cheek.
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"Audrina," said a voice.
The quiet voice roused Audrina from her light, fretful slumber. Her eyelids began to part and she rubbed it absentmindedly as the figure came into focus. Angelina's stark blonde hair came into view, as did her delicate, doll like features and her bright blue eyes. Her chapped, broken lips were upturned into a smile. Audrina furrowed her eyebrows together curiously – this was strange. Angelina seldom smiled, especially at a time like this, when Audrina's brother was so wounded.
Audrina leaned up and drew the blankets close to her body. She did not want to show her nakedness. "Angelina?"
Turning her head to the right, Audrina realized that the other side of the bunk was vacant. The covers were no longer warm with Jack's body heat and she faintly wondered when he had left her. The sun was high in the sky – indicating it was midday. It felt unusual to wake at such a late hour. The previous night's events justified her exhaustion, she reminisced with an inward grin.
Angelina sat on the bed and took Audrina's hands into her own. "Lucas is awake."
"W-What?" she said incredulously.
Angelina nodded and went to her feet. "He's asking after you, I think you better go see him."
"Yes…yes, of course," Audrina said in response. Wrapping the blankets around her body, she sat up and went to her feet. Gathering her clothes in her arm, Angelina turned around modestly as Audrina prepared to clothe herself.
She dropped the blanket around her shoulders. Examining her body, Audrina realized that she had quite a few love bites etched into the flesh of her neck and breasts. The sapphire was heavy around her neck, her hand fluttered to it subconsciously. With a smile, she remembered Jack looking at it, smiling at it and then kissing her. Strangely, those images faded and the images of Marcus Addison burned into her mind. His rancid breath, his greasy face and booming, sardonic laughter.
Audrina shuddered with disgust. Forcing the images from her mind, she pulled her breeches up and laced them carefully. Her shirt was pulled over her frail shoulders. Going over to her table of possessions, she carefully unlatched the sapphire around her neck and placed it on table top. Taking her black bandana from the same table, she tied it around her black hair and inserted her hoop earrings.
Swallowing nervously, she turned to Angelina. Audrina was terribly afraid to see Lucas. Maybe he would look into her eyes and say, 'You, this was your fault. All your fault. If you hadn't been weak and been captured, this wouldn't have happened.'
She needed to see her brother. She needed to see him and talk to him. She needed to look into those similar turquoise eyes and apologize for everything she ever put him through. Yet, she was so afraid. She had done everything for him – even push her wriggling fingers into an open, hot wound – just to save him. Still, what if Lucas said, 'No, leave me be.'? Audrina wouldn't have been able to handle it.
It was her fault, all her fault that he was shot.
"Audrina?" inquired Angelina. "Come."
Audrina nodded but before they stepped through the door to the deck, she stopped Angelina. "Tell me, Angelina; tell me first before I see him. Is he…going to be well?"
"Yes."
